TARDIS

The Search for a Bitch

Its been a couple of days since Allison was taken. I can't believe she's gone. The strange part is, I kind of miss her. Its a lot more quite without her sarcastic bitchiness. I sat in the TARDIS, pondering about what time she could be in, and what people thought of her strange clothing. Even I thought it was gross, what would the people of the past think? I also wonder what sort of life she has started for herself. I wonder if she has a family, a job, or even a home?

The Doctor and I have been thinking about where or when she could be? Oh, wait. There"s this pub nearby the place she disappeared from. Maybe she left a message there or something! Of course she left a message there, bars are like her home! I have to tell the Doctor. I ran out of the TARDIS and looked around for him.

I found him sitting under a tree outside the parked TARDIS. Well, I guess you could say "parked". He seemed lost in thought, possibly wondering about some far off planet. "Doctor!' I yelled."What? What is it?" He replied, looking startled. "Well, I was sitting in the TARDIS, wondering about where Allison could be, and I thought, where would she go where we knew we would find her! Or at least a message about where she was! And then it became clear! The pub down the street! She knew we would remember her shitty job as a bartender, and go there to look for her!" I rambled. "Brilliant, Annalise! Lets go, straight away. We can't spare much time." He said.

I beamed. For once in my life, I actually felt smart!

We rushed to the pub, asking people if they had ever heard of a redhead named Allison. There was not a single person who knew who we were talking about. I guess I was wrong. Maybe Allison really wasn't smart enough to leave a sign-wait. A sign. All this time we had been searching for the wrong thing! Allison probably wrote something somewhere! I hoped to dear God it hadn't been painted over.

I walked to the Doctor and wispered my thoughts in his ear. He nodded and told me to go check the women's restroom. Once I got into the restroom I noticed some faded red paint under a piece of torn wallpaper. It read, "Doctor". It had to be Allison's message! I peeled of more of the wallpaper off and found the words "1913" and "pissed". Oh god. Now she's angry and has crowbar.

I scurried out of the restroom to go tell the Doctor of my findings. We ran into the TARDIS and set the course for 1913. I opened the doors and immediately noticed Allison's brightly colored outfit. There was only one problem. There was a man, an angry man by the looks of it, bashing her head with a club.